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Harry was becoming seriously depressed. He had thought that coming out would be the worst thing that happened in his life but that was nothing compared to the trouble he faced after. It probably helped that the Weasleys had all been super supportive of him, even Ginny who had said that she’d had her suspicions and accepted their break up with grace. They had even been accepting when he started seeing Draco Malfoy, or at least they had at first. His relationship with Draco had been less than ideal. There were some benefits, besides Draco being hot, but there were a lot of issues as well.
Draco had introduced Harry to the world of BDSM which had blown his mind and Harry had seriously enjoyed certain aspects of it. The problem was that there were some aspects that he hadn’t enjoyed so much but Draco insisted on doing them anyway. Harry had accepted it at first, he was the sub after all and Draco said that the sub had to accept what the dom wanted. The more Harry pushed himself to accept those aspects, however, the more depressed he got until Ron, Hermione and Ginny staged an intervention and got him to break things off with Draco.
Things had been fine at first but Harry had soon started to become down again as he missed the release being a sub offered him. It took them quite a while, and a lot of research on Hermione’s part, to realise that BDSM wasn’t, in itself, abuse. It was actually a wonderful outlet for people who sometimes struggled with certain aspects of their life such as, say, becoming the hero of the fucking wizarding world at the tender age of 17. There had been a lot of arguments at that point but, eventually, his friends had relented and actually tried to help Harry find an ‘acceptable’ partner.
They had stumbled across Cho and Cedric who were apparently into the scene and were open to adding a third to their relationship. Harry had been excited at first, he had long since realised that he had had a crush on Cedric while at school, but his hopes had soon been dashed. It turned out that Cho was the dom and, while Harry knew she was objectively pretty, he had realised back in 5th year that there was zero sexual chemistry between them. Of course, as Hermione helpfully pointed out, submission didn’t necessarily require sexual stimulation to get the same psychological benefit. What she, unfortunately, missed, however, was that the sexual side of it was necessary for other psychological and physical needs.
Cho and Cedric, to their credit, tried to make things work. Cedric went so far as to pick up the metaphorical whip (Harry certainly wouldn’t have trusted him with an actual one) and tried to act out scenes under Cho’s direction. It was clear that it wasn’t his forte though; while he may potentially make a passable service top, he wasn’t what Harry was looking for, always holding back for fear of actually hurting Harry. Sure, he wasn’t the biggest fan of actual pain in scenes, he wasn’t one of these subs who actually got off on the cruciatus curse, but he did actually want to feel the hit. Things had dissolved shortly afterwards, with them going their separate ways, and Harry had hoped to start looking for someone new. Unfortunately his friends had other ideas.
That was how it felt anyway. It seemed as if his friends had zero trust in Harry’s taste in men so decided to vet anyone he showed interest in when they went out. He knew they meant well but their overprotectiveness and lack of trust in him was stifling. Yes he was a sub but that didn’t mean he wanted to be babied by his friends. It didn’t help that they seemed insistent on finding a ‘nice’ boyfriend for him which was, quite frankly, the opposite of what Harry wanted. It was incredibly frustrating and Harry had despaired that he would ever find someone to be with with his so-called friends chasing off anyone he was even remotely interested in.
They seemed to be getting a little frustrated as well and had even set Harry up with a profile on Winder, the magical version of Tinder, in the hopes he could find someone on there. He had found people, of course, even with the profile name: iamtheboywholived. He had even borrowed Ginny’s eyeliner to draw over his scar so it looked extra fake in his profile picture. All his responses were just fuck boys who wanted a quick shag though so Harry ignored them all. There was one upside of getting the app though. What his friends apparently didn’t know was that there was also a wizarding version of Grindr, called Gwindr, which seemed much more promising and Harry hoped he could conceal the fact that he was using that one instead. He was probably overreacting but Hermione and Ginny had practically made his Winder profile for him and Harry really didn’t want them editing this one in any way.
He had taken his time trying to get his profile right: a sub with some experience, looking for a dom to explore the world of BDSM further. Long term partners only. He confirmed his profile and had barely begun scrolling through profiles when he already started getting messages.
Harry was a little freaked out but not nearly as much as when he clicked on the profile and saw that it was Argus Filch. He actually stated that he had a whole host of torture equipment that he wanted to use and he specified that Mrs Norris always liked to watch. Harry was contemplating whether to message him back and question the whole cat thing when he sent a dick pic and Harry instantly blocked him. He did not need to know what Filch’s dick looked like and he was pretty sure he would be getting nightmares just from the possibility of knowing.
Harry checked his profile and was surprised to see a topless Blaise Zabini looked quite fit. He only seemed to be looking for a “good time” however, something that was confirmed when the reply came through.
Harry blocked him when another dick pic came through. It seemed a shame, Blaise was nice to look at but Harry wanted to at least try to concentrate on finding what he was actually looking for. He could always message Blaise again if he got desperate and wanted a quick shag although he wasn’t sure how much he would enjoy it in the long term. Being with Draco had made him a little wary and getting lost in a haze of potions didn’t seem like the smartest idea.
He was browsing through some of the profile pictures and was a little surprised to come across Marcus Flint. He wasn’t the best looking bloke but, physically, he fit what Harry was looking for and he figured he could always wear a blindfold during scenes and imagine it was someone who looked like Blaise doing that to him instead. It seemed a bit mean but Harry was getting to the point of becoming desperate. He clicked on Marcus’ profile only to sit there gaping at his phone.
TeddyFlint:
A good little boy looking for a Daddy to take care of him.
Harry didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, possibly both, when another message came through.
That intrigued Harry. Role play wasn’t something he had had much experience in although the time Cho had had him and Cedric dress as maids had been a little exciting. There had been something almost demeaning about putting on the skimpy, frilly outfit and being bossed around. He had desperately wanted to be ordered to ‘polish Cedric’s knob’ but, unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen. Cedric wasn’t actually interested in men sexually so Cho had always been careful to make sure that nothing happened that would make him uncomfortable. She had done the same for Harry as well, which is why Harry would do things like lick her boots while Cedric would lick her cunt. It had been a surprising and welcome change from his relationship with Draco and probably part of the reason he had stayed with them as long as he did. The idea of participating in something like that again, only this time with someone who was actually interested in having sex with him, intrigued Harry a lot and he eagerly clicked on profile to see pictures of Justin Finch-Fletchly, only to be bitterly disappointed again.
StudMaster:
Champion Dressage jockey looking for a stallion to ride; I will happily provide a custom bridle to facilitate this. Long term commitments only, time wasters and trolls will be blocked.
Harry had mistakenly looked through Justin’s pictures which showed him in his riding gear on a horse, another of him holding a riding crop and, of course, the obligatory picture of his cock with the caption ‘As you can see, I’m quite the stallion myself’. Harry was horrified, not so much at the profile but the fact that he momentarily considered messaging Justin back telling himself it might not be that bad and at least Justin should know how to use a crop properly. It was a sign of how desperate he was getting and Harry swore to himself that he couldn’t stoop to that level on the first day of searching.
He looked through some other profiles but there was nothing that really jumped out at him. The number of subs to doms was truly depressing and Harry wondered how he would ever find a good one. Then one profit caught his eye. It looked a little artsy, lots of black and white photos, but it was definitely something a little different. Even the apparently required dick pic was tastefully done, with the principal appendage half covered, peeking out from under a sheet that hinted at size without being overly obvious. The man’s name was BeeLord and he said he specialised in naughty boys who needed some gentle discipline, although he wasn’t adverse to a bit of spanking. He sounded great and potentially someone that even his friends would approve of.
He continued to look through the pictures becoming increasingly excited at the prospect of the man when he suddenly saw a colour photo amongst the bunch. It was a close up of the man’s face, looking older than the others, but his bright blue eyes were still twinkling merrily over the top of half-moon glasses. The face seemed comfortingly familiar and Harry smiled briefly until he realised why it seemed familiar.
He felt sick. It was bad enough to come across pictures of Dumbledore after all this time but to realise he had started to become aroused by them! Harry felt sick. He wanted to cry. He wanted to rage quit the app for traumatising him like that.
Harry looked up the guy's profile. TerryBoot81 was definitely as vanilla as they came. Looking for a simple long term relationship, nothing else. No poly, sorry. He was quite good looking but there was something that stuck out to Harry.
Harry sighed and went back to searching profiles, trying to remind himself that this was a marathon, not a sprint. He couldn't help worrying though, and he found himself clicking on every profile that came his way, no matter how strange they seemed, on the off chance that they might have the right words he was looking for. He came across one featuring a shadowed face where all he could see was a sneer. It was slightly daunting; the picture could be anyone, even Draco’s dad looking for a side piece, and wasn't that a scary thought. He clicked on the profile and was even more confused.
Destroyer:
Dominant looking for a submissive. Message ‘Hello’ and we can discuss things further.
Harry was definitely intrigued, partly because there were no red flags in his profile as well as pictures showcasing various pieces of equipment. There was also a dick pic showing a porn star worthy cock and Harry hated himself a bit for drooling over it. It all seemed a little too good to be true and Harry didn’t hold out much help when he shot the man a message.
Harry blinked. Wait, that was a thing? He was about to message back to say that this ‘Destroyer’ was just an abusive twat when he remembered Cho and Cedric’s relationship. He hadn't really noticed it at the time but, even outside of scenes, Cedric had alway been very respectful of Cho. It was strange because she never said anything when Harry spoke out or wasn't respectful but he was starting to wonder if she let him act differently because they had a different relationship.
Harry was a little dumbfounded but let the Destroyer know he was free whenever, only to worry he sounded a bit desperate. He couldn't help it. He was in shock that, not only had he found a Dom so quickly, but one that seemed so perfect. He was sure there would have to be a catch somewhere but, for now, he needed to go and have a wank. The discussion of what he could expect in this relationship had gotten him very excited indeed.